...Because I know I'm leaving school, my job, and moving within the next few weeks.
I just don't care at school...I want to be done.
I just don't care at work. I'm putting in my 2 weeks notice soon.
It is hard to want to even care at work anymore. Most customers are jerks. And 86% of my time is spent fixing what people mess up. I'm pretty much just sick of it all.
I glared at a woman whose daughters were running at high speeds through my store for about fifteen minutes last night. She was looking at socks. Really? Really?! ...I wanted to trip them.
My stupid new manager, B.B.D. keeps posting little notes everywhere with things like "Every employee must get two customer email addresses a day to meet our goal. Don't get written up for this!"
Really? You're going to write me up because our customers don't want to be bombarded weekly with emails from our company? (I get them. Its annoying.) HA!
Write me up for something good. Like how I refer to you as The Big Bad Wolf at every possible chance. Because you know what? I DON'T CARE.